Late at night, Patie and I would call each other and talk for hours, until we fell asleep or our phone batteries mutinied. Once a month, I would book a room at a hidden-away bed and breakfast in Famona, far from the prying eyes of her moth…
Her desire is deepest in the morning. She is too much woman for me, at sunrise. But I sip eagerly from her cup and inhale her essence. She is my thick cup of creamy coffee.We both wake up early – I for a date with my unfinished manuscrip…